Can you do some personnel work?

"Row!"

Qin Zheng didn't refuse either, he already understood the abilities of the Three Crazies, and he was pretty good at dealing with this situation.

The two didn't delay any longer, and continued to rush towards the stairs lightly.

At the same time, on the first floor of the hotel, a terrifying sound of machine gun fire erupted in vain. While the ammunition was being cleaned wildly, the sound was perfectly isolated below the second floor.

On the contrary, the passers-by outside the hotel looked at the smashed windows in a daze, but the inexplicable darkness enveloped the hotel, making it impossible for people to see clearly what happened inside.

Qin Zheng and Miao Sankuang, who didn't notice what happened downstairs, had already stepped on the stairs.

As far as the two of them could see, flesh and blood skeletons without skin were hanging on the railing, shaking slightly with the cold wind.

The strong smell of blood wafted in the air, and both of them frowned uncomfortably.

"Are there any survivors in this hotel?"

"Only our team is left. The main question is what attracted that ghost here."

Qin Zheng tried not to look at these corpses as much as possible, and asked with some doubts.

It stands to reason that if Miao Sankuang is Lin Anshen's assistant, the chance of being attacked is higher, and the windbreaker ghost has already come here before.

Now the three crazy meows have left long ago, but a new ghost has come. Is there anything else hiding here besides the shackles?

I asked the reminder to scan the entire hotel again, but there was still no additional gain.

"Are you sure there are oil paintings hidden in this hotel?"

"I figured it out, no, maybe there is something wrong with the hotel itself, or that guy Lin Anshen started painting elsewhere, and it was this hotel."

As Qin Zheng spoke, his footsteps stopped in vain, and he suddenly raised his head to look upstairs.

The old lady who was still hovering at the door of Room 648 stopped in vain at this time, and stared at Qin Zheng's position as if she had sensed it.

The dry old hand holding the scissors trembled, but unexpectedly, there was no sign of rushing directly, as if the necessary medium was missing.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the old woman seemed to have given up using the scissors and rushed straight to the stairs.

"The old lady is coming, away from the room, let's rush up!"

Qin Zheng greeted them, and the figures of the two rushed upwards almost instantly.

The distance between the two sides was not far, and within a few breaths, the old body covered with mildew was clearly presented in front of the two of them.

The whites of the bloodshot eyes stared at the two of them, and before the scissors could be drawn out, the terrifying suppressive force erupted without warning, and the whole body knelt on the steps without warning...

161. Excellent Skill Coordination

[Judge yourself! 】

The order without emotion, the old woman who was firmly suppressed and knelt on the ground swung the scissors and stabbed her own throat stiffly.

However, this time the order was not as powerful as before, as if it had received great resistance, the dry hands holding the scissors kept trembling.

The tip of the scissors approached the throat extremely slowly, but finally stopped at the most dangerous edge.

Soon, the irresistible oppressive force disappeared without a trace.

The old woman's attention was diverted from the scissors, and Qin Zheng and Miao Sankuang in front of them had disappeared, and they flew around her like the wind.

"Mist grass, your ability to speak like a spirit is not very useful, she can move again!"

"What the hell, how can a highly dangerous half-fierce ghost be effective!"

【accelerate! 】

Seeing the ghost rapidly approaching, Miao Sankuang resolutely yelled again.

Qin Zheng, who was still running wildly, only felt his body lighten suddenly, and before he could react, he had jumped several meters away.

The speed was so fast that it even surpassed the accelerated cursed thing provided by Zhang Fa before!

On the other hand, Miao Sankuang didn't accelerate herself, she stretched out her hand to touch her waist and looked back, a folding stool appeared in her hand out of thin air.

The whole body of the folding stool is made of unknown wood, and the back of the chair is equipped with a large area of ​​bronze. The ghost face on it is like a living thing, which makes people shudder.

【slow! 】

The haggard eyes that touched the body froze suddenly, and after only a brief deceleration, Miao San slammed the folding stool violently.

With the whistling wind, the old woman couldn't even react, the folding stool was the first to smear her face.

Bang! ! !

Hearing the muffled sound coming from behind, Qin Zheng's heart trembled violently.

However, he didn't dare to look back, and rushed straight to room 648.

As the distance got closer, the Ghost Suppressing Token around his waist seemed to sense it, and the Bian Hua imprinted on the surface showed a trace of blood.

However, the mutation only lasted for a while and then disappeared again, as if it had never appeared before.

The moment his eyes locked on the door, before Qin Zheng could open it, the door opened automatically.

The rotten breath drifted out with the wind, and the evil mantra in Qin Zheng's body stirred strangely, as if resonating with something.

As the door was completely opened, the dim room was completely presented in front of him.

The room, which has been dust-sealed for an unknown amount of time, has been covered in dust everywhere, and the walls are peeling off in large areas, and the dilapidation is even far exceeding that of other areas of the hotel.

And in front of the table in the room, a withered corpse that had been dead for an unknown amount of time was sitting quietly, and the shackles mentioned by the reminder were hanging around his waist impressively.

It was just unexpected, there was an oil painting on the table, the content of the painting was exactly the same as the scene in the room at this time!

"Isn't this painting by Lin Anshen?"

[This oil painting is the work of Lin Tushen. According to the inspection, the work was created two years ago]

"Who is Lin Tushen?"

[Determined as Lin Anshen's twins, other information is missing, so no further analysis can be carried out]

Listening to the prompt's explanation, Qin Zheng frowned.

Originally thought that the core of the checkpoint was Lin Anshen, but Lin Tushen suddenly appeared.

These two are both painting foretelling?

Staring fixedly at the oil painting, Qin Zheng put the painting into the storage ring after hesitating for a while, and pulled off the shackles along the way.

The moment the shackles came into the hand, the Ghost Suppressing Order suddenly floated up uncontrollably, as if tentatively touching the shackles.

But as if he hadn't reached the level of enjoyment, the order to suppress ghosts was finally returned.

"Can it be integrated into the ghost suppressing order by strengthening this thing into ghost shackles?"

Qin Zheng looked thoughtfully at the change of the Ghost Suppressing Order. If so, it would be easy to solve.

But the shackles are at least temporarily unusable. If they are broken again, they cannot be repaired, and they have to be found again.

After quickly putting everything away, Qin Zheng's attention fell on the corpse again.

The corpse seemed to have been attacked before it was alive, and the large area behind it was in a strange melting state, as if something was trying to fuse with this person, but it failed in the end.

But the oil painting painted by Lin Tushen did not appear any ghosts, as if the process had been skipped and the death penalty was directly sentenced!

"Qin Zheng, are you all right? The effect on my side can't hold up anymore!"

And at this moment, Miao Sankuang's somewhat vague yelling came in from outside.

Using words one after another, her words were almost incomplete!

"Here we come, prepare to withdraw!"

Qin Zheng responded, and after taking a final look at the corpse, he quickly left the room.

It's just that when he saw the three crazy meows in the corridor, his eyelids twitched violently.

【Stretching exercises! !One two three four, two two three four...]

[Breast expansion exercise!One two...]

【Kick exercise! 】

【...】

Some of my not-so-good DNA was stimulated again.

Qin Zheng looked delicately at the Miao Sankuang who forced the old woman to do radio gymnastics, and instinctively felt a chill in his heart.

The effect of this speech spirit is, in a sense, similar to my own ghost suppressing order!

"Have you got anything?"

Seeing Qin Zheng come out, Miao Sankuang hurriedly asked, the effect on the same target has become weaker and weaker, and if this continues, he will not be able to broadcast gymnastics, and can only do sit-ups.

"I got it, withdraw!"

Qin Zheng didn't delay, and ran wildly into the distance like the wind.

Now that the floors here have been retrieved almost, it's time to look at other locations, maybe there are other gains.

Miao Sankuang naturally didn't dare to stay here any longer, and also ran wildly after him.

With the rapid withdrawal of the two, Yan Ling, who was suppressing the old woman, also disappeared in an instant, and the whites of bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at the backs of the two.

But soon, it seemed to have noticed something, the pace of chasing suddenly stopped, and it lowered its head to look at the location downstairs.

I saw a black figure wrapped in a windbreaker returning to the hotel at some point, hiding in the shadows, and at the same time as the sound of skin tearing resounded, the line of sight locked on a group of players who came outside the hotel.

But before it could make a move, the child's giggling came again faintly, and the vague petite figure jumped up and down towards the ghost in the windbreaker, its immature hands were smeared with blood.

"Big sister, don't run away!"

"Come again, catch ghosts again!"

The innocent laughter floated in all directions of the hotel with great penetrating power.

Noticing the movement, Miao Sankuang's expression changed, and his eyes immediately fixed on Mao Yousan, who had collapsed into a kitten's face...

162. Waterloo in career

"There are three. If the little girl comes after you, you will be responsible for leading her away. You only need to pull her away for 10 minutes."

"Meow?!"

[Why is he meowing me again? 】

There are three cats and the whole cat is not well, can't you just paddle along quietly!

But as soon as he thought it was the little girl, it quickly wilted down again, obediently jumped back to the ground, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

Qin Zheng looked at Mao Yousan who had been dismissed with some doubts, and wanted to ask something, but seeing the old woman's attention returned to him, he could only continue to run wildly.

On the other hand, Maoyousan, after landing and sneaking, it deliberately stayed in place for a while. After seeing the old woman pass by him, it was relieved to breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the effect of the little pill that Qin Zheng gave him has already expired, otherwise the possibility of being caught by the little girl is very high!

After glaring at the direction Qin Zheng was leaving in displeasure, Mao Yousan walked over to where the little girl was with little tiger steps.

As the distance continued to get closer, some not-so-good memories kept flooding Mao Yousan's heart, making it tremble a little in fright.

But even so, it still bit the bullet and continued on its way.

That little girl can only be guided to disappear by herself, otherwise, the person being targeted will never escape!

At this moment, the little girl was smiling and stretching out her little hand, trying to catch the windbreaker ghost in front of her.

But the blood-stained hands just touched the windbreaker, and a piece of bloody human skin fell out of it.

The next second—

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A shrill scream broke out in vain, and even the surrounding glass was shattered in an instant.

The little girl's body froze in place, and the skin on her body simultaneously showed a strange movement of skin tearing, as if something was about to be torn from the inside.

The bloody little face changed erratically, and the ghostly aura of riot was overflowing. A few immature hands came out of the windbreaker without warning, and yanked the windbreaker open.

It was just unexpected that there was nothing inside the windbreaker, not even the shadow of human skin.

But the strange sound of skin tearing was still heard, and even became more and more clear, so that the little girl's body was covered with countless bloodstains.